Broken Teeth, by discopants and littleditty 2006

Monogamy doesn't laugh, polygamy's last words
Were promises breaking into a sprint
Down a damp alley, lamp-lit,
A cat choking on infidel moments in a corner.
Talk of remembered freedom brings
A jeweled scowl in the half-light,
With its shadowed edges only visible
To those who wish they could not see.
A taxi clocks last laughs from the curb,
Returning to exchanges in a corridor
As an opportunity not to be missed.
This ugly fur, down a damp alley, lamp-lit,
Clings grimly to fog-bound aspirations,
A siren sounds, stirring suppressed thoughts
Of cold hospital corridors and x-rays,
Of shadowed edges and monogamy’s broken teeth.